Well, these days I noticed that I´m the only active user who doens´t have anything written on my profile so I decided to write something about me....!

Firstly, hi, I´m Meraella and I´m a 20 years old brazilian girl. Meraella is not my real name, but you guys can call me that. Have you ever seen that "hobbit/elf/orc/human ( lotr ) name generators"? So, Meraella is my "hobbit" name...xD

I started to like the Twilight saga last year, then I asked my grandma to give me as birthday present all the four books, and I read then all ( like crazy ) in my summer vacation ( December-January ).

I like everyone from Twilight! There´s no character that I hate, only some that I like the least. But liking everyone doesn´t mean I don´t have my favorites! I love the Cullens, the Wolfpack, everyone, but the Volturi coven has a special place in my heart, so... I´m team Volturi!

-I want to thank Mrs.Volterra! For encouraging me to write this fanfiction!!

-English is not my first language! So please, remember that while reading, ok? Feel free to correct me, help me, but remember: I´m not very patient with rude comments.

-Yeah, I still haven´t decided my fanfiction´s name, so it will be simply called "Fanfic" untill I find a good name...^^

That´s all!! Enjoy xD

Preface

Life is perfect and then... You see the truth.

I am nothing but a tool, a very powerful one, but still, just a tool, just like them. He´s kind because he wants me to like them, he acts like he loves me because he knows my feelings and knows that I would never leave if loves me back. And he´s right. As longs as I feel loved I would stay, even if it is a lie, because I am so in love that I don´t care if I´m being used.

But then a sharp pain pierced my heart warning me: How long would it last before I realize that my love could never reach him? My irrational side kept saying “Everything it´s gonna be fine and you guys will stay together”, but my rational side analyzed the real situation, and the figures of my future guard companions appeared on my mind, their love never reached him, why I would be different? And besides, there is “her”.

Before I could notice my eyes were full of tears. I have never imagined that my first real big adventure would end up like that. I passed all my nineteen years dreaming about demons, vampires, werewolves, every creature from the “dark side” and now it seems that people say they´re bad creatures for some good reason. I felt like a fool, no, the foolest person in the whole world.

But thinking about how fool I am would not help, I had an important decision to make: be happy for some decades and then miserable for the rest of the eternity or live a miserable life until death gives me a rest. At first, it was a hard choice, but then everything was clearer: eternity is too much time for me.

I´ve heard these words before. But at that time I didn´t cried the way I was crying right now, so strongly, with no hesitation. Did I lose my hope on her? Have my unconscious admitted that she would never come back?

Maybe the problem is the person who said that words before. I looked around and there he was, besides Felix as always, with no expression on his face, like all the rest of the guard. But I knew from Demetri´s eyes, that that time he wanted to me to react, get over. But, obviously, that wasn´t Caius intention, the violence and cruelty in his voice made it very clear: he wanted to destroy me, me and my “friendship” feelings for her. But why?

Chapter 1 - Alessa - Volterra

Alessa

I was excited. I tried to control myself but it was completely useless, I couldn’t keep the same position for more than two minutes and I could see that the taxi driver was a somehow scared of me. His eyes were half on me and half on the road and I could feel that he was accelerating every time I made a move. Mom told me to try not scare anyone, but try was different from do, so think it was ok, because if I wasn’t trying I had already jumped off the car and run to Volterra by myself, and, I don’t know why, I felt that there was so much adrenaline in my body that I could run faster than the car.

I tried not move too much, just my impatient leg kept tapping the floor and the poor man accelerated the car even more, now I was scared. But then something made stop, even breathing, for some seconds. The sight of the stone city made feel a strange but amazing sensation run through my body. I couldn’t see my face, but I knew my eyes were shining intensely, there was nothing in my memories compared to that. I was in another country, going to a wonderful old city, my fingers started to move trying to count all the possibilities of living there for a year, all the real and the imaginary ones. Mom didn’t need to know that I would play “Find a secret passage” or “Let’s hunt some dark creatures”, tough I bet she would imagine I wouldn’t resist even tough I wasn’t a kid anymore and knew that I wouldn’t find anything, but my imagination was enough to provide some fun..

I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that didn’t even notice when we’ve arrived the city entrance nor even when the car stopped. The taxi driver looked at me like he was saying “We’re here! Now get out for God’s sake! “. I got out of the car took the money and gave it to him while smile. He didn’t smile back but I could see from his eyes that he was thinking “These kids are getting weirder everyday!” After he left I stayed there admiring the constructions for several minutes if my stomach didn’t warn me that I was hungry and the heavy luggage wasn’t a burden I would explore that place before thinking in finding the conservatory and my new home:

-Hey! You must be the new girl! – a loud and hyper boy, just like me, came to me smiling, taking me out of my thoughts.

-Yes – I said distracted, trying to remember my plans.

-Where are you looking at? – He asked curious trying to find out what caught my attention

-It’s so amazing…

-What? The city? – he laughed, my enthusiasm surely was fun for him to watch

-Yeah!

-That’s what every tourist says, but you act like you’re in wonderland… - he kept smile – Secret passages? – These words weren’t louder as the rest, but his smile was even larger then before

-Of course! – I was about to jump and hug him, like I used to do with my brothers, but held myself, I had to keep my promise to not scare anyone when my excitement was easy to hold.

-But before that… - he showed his hand for a handshake – I’m Agnello Cristofori, you’re going to stay in my family’s house

-Alessa Záz… - I shook his hand not very of what I was doing, I could count with half o my hand how many times I used to do that in a year – The one who’s going to stay in your house…

We laughed from my stupid answer and then he said:

-Let’s get free from this thing first… - he looked to my luggage and I couldn’t agree more

-Sure.

I followed Agnello through the streets and for the first time I paid attention to his looks, I knew mom would want to know how people looked like. It’s not that I never pay attention to people when they talk to me, but I don’t care how they look, and to make it worse, I don’t pay much attention in details when I don’t care, so I tried to list his traits before I forget to do that and mom calls.

His hair color was a very dark brown, if I was distracted I would say black, full of loose and messed curls. He wasn’t much taller than me, I guess, and pretty thin. His face was, somehow, a little bit angelic, but I would skip that part, my conception of what was beautiful or not wasn’t very good.

Before I could notice he had stopped and was near me:

-You know something? Have you ever heard about our sewerage?

I blinked many times. It was so sudden that I took me some time to understand his sentence. I thought I was the only person in this hole world who would suddenly ask about something like that:

-No… - I said low, still thinking if he really asked me that.

-Yeah, I thought you’d say “No”… Do you know why?

His tone was changed; it was like he was pretending to be a detective or something to that. It was fun to watch, I stared to wonder what was coming next:

-No…- I said more confident, smiling.

-Well, no one ever walked through the pipes because they’re protected by very heavy bars…

Ok. Walking through pipes was something I’d surely do! But not normal people, so, what’s so intriguing about no one ever going there?

-…Me and more seven friends try to lift it, but it was no use…

Something strange flew through me, like some kind of excitement.

-If they just wanted to avoid people to accidently hurt themselves by falling there was no need to be so heavy…- his face was so bright that I was sure I took the words from his mouth

-There’s only one that we haven’t tried… - he looked to a very small street, made only for people to pass by walk, because a car wouldn’t fit there – Would you like to try?

I smiled widely, I knew that just the two of us would useless, but that feeling was so good that I made this thought fade away. The feeling of adrenaline running through my body because of excitement was my addiction, real or not, the cause never matters. I knew we would fail, but as long as I have fun with the “mysterious sewerage” for some days it’s ok.

We kneeled on the floor near that manhole protected by metal bars. My happy excitement was replaced by a cautious one. It was so dark that was impossible to see the bottom and the air down there was so cold that was almost weird. For the first time my imagination wasn’t needed, something that I don’t know what truly made me believe that something was wrong:

-Scared? – he sounded amused by my serious look

I looked back but said nothing; I wanted to look back to that darkness even tough it was useless:

-Let’s try?

-Ok… - I answered without taking my eyes from the dark.

We positioned ourselves the way we thought that was better to that, and then he started to count:

-One…Two….Three…Now!

I tried my hardest, but it was like we were try to lift the entire little street. I knew I wasn’t a strong girl, and I knew that we probably wouldn’t make that, but not being able to move or even a millimeter together with a boy was something uncommon:

-What kind of metal is this…? – asked while gasping

-I’ve got no idea…- he was gasping too

-Mafia, maybe?

He rolled his eyes not liking my hypothesis, nor even I liked, it was absurdly dangerous and boring.

We stayed in silence for some minutes both of us disappointed; I couldn’t believe I was so eager some little time ago, because now it was like some weeks have passed:

-Let’s go home…- he said without getting up, just like me when sad.

Another strange sensation took me over, but it was subtle, it took me some minutes to realize that it was like a invisible veil running there, and as the time passed it was it was getting nearer and nearer me, and then, it disappeared, but somehow I was suddenly impelled to look behind me, to a standing girl that was about to talk to us.